Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He has a nursery for me. At first that caused me to panic, but he says lots of Littles have nurseries. It’s more of a playroom where I can keep all my toys and take naps. He says when we start sleeping together, I will sleep in his bed at night, but Little girls still need a special room to take naps in.
We’re going to my parents’ house for dinner on Sunday night, but I’m trying not to think about that. I know it will be fine. It’s not like my parents don’t know I’m Little. And they know about Chase. I think they will love him when they get to know him.
I already love him. But I haven’t told him that, and I haven’t told my mom when she calls. I don’t want her to think I’m rushing into this. I know she already thinks things are moving fast between us since he comes over every night.
A knock at the door makes me jump and spin around. He’s here. I rush over, peek out the peephole, and then open the door.
Chase says nothing as he steps inside, shuts the door, and pulls me into his arms to kiss me. This is our routine now. He never speaks first. He kisses me before he says anything. I love it.
When he’s done, I’m panting, as usual, and he finally sets his forehead against mine to say, “I missed you today.” He says that every day too.
“I missed you too, Daddy.”
“Did you pack your things?”
“Yep.” I haven’t spent the night away from my apartment since I moved into it a year ago. I don’t even stay at my parents’ house. I like my things and my routine. “Do you want to see what I packed?” I ask him.
“Nope.”
“Because you trust me?” I feel kind of proud but also shocked. He’s such a dominant, overbearing Daddy, I thought he might come in and pack my stuff himself.
“Because it doesn’t matter, princess. Everything you’ll need is already at my house. All you really need is Emma.”
I turn around and look at my small suitcase. I didn’t go overboard, but I did pack several outfits, my toothbrush, and Emma.
Daddy pats my bottom. “Get your coat, princess. It’s chilly out.”
I already have it tossed over the back of my armchair. When I pick it up, Daddy takes it from me and helps me into it.
“This is the perfect coat, princess. No buttons, no zippers, no Velcro.” He comes to my front and ties the thick belt around my waist that holds my coat together without irritating me. “It’s even pink.”
When he’s done, I pick up my purse and hold on to it while he grabs my suitcase. “Ready?”
I nod, glancing around. This is so strange.
He tips my chin back. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? If you’re not ready, we can stay here.”
I shake my head. My pigtails fly. “I’m ready.”
“It’s okay to be nervous, Baby girl. Everyone is nervous when they first visit their boyfriend’s house. It’s daunting.”
“Okay.”
Five minutes later, Daddy has me buckled into the front seat of his truck and we’re pulling away from my apartment.
He picks up my hand and brings it to his lips to kiss my knuckles.
In no time at all, we’re pulling up to Daddy’s house. I fall in love with the outside as soon as he enters the driveway. It’s a white brick home surrounded by older trees. The front is perfectly landscaped. It’s pristine. Except for two spots flanking the front porch.
“Did some of your bushes die, Daddy?”
“Nope. I had them removed this week. The gardener will replace them with new ones in a few days.”
“Why?”
He pulls into the garage and shuts off the engine. “Because I knew you would hate them.”
I gasp as he rounds to my side of the truck and opens my door. “Why would I hate your plants, Daddy?”
“They were red roses.”
My eyes go wide and my mouth falls open. “You pulled out your rose bushes because of me?”
“Yep. Next week they will be pink. Don’t worry, they weren’t harmed. They got replanted at my sister’s house. She doesn’t mind red.”
I’m still in shock as he removes my seatbelt and lifts me out of the cab. “Come on, princess. Let’s go inside.”
Reeling from the thought of him removing rose bushes for me, I follow him into his kitchen. I love it. It’s bright and cheery. The house is older, but the inside is modern. The kitchen is all white and gray and stainless steel.
Daddy points out things to me, giving me a tour. The living room has a huge black leather sectional, a giant flatscreen television, and gray and white throw pillows. He likes gray. I see a theme.
It’s a ranch-style house with four bedrooms, including the master. He stops at the first, telling me it’s a guest room. Across from it is the guest bath.